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The second chapter in my in-progress fanfiction, Dying Days. Can Wintertime keep Amakai, the lazy Celious, in top fighting condition?
Dying Days By Justice
Disclaimer: Monster Rancher is ) to whoever owns it. I didn't make it up. Don't sue me, all I hope to gain from this is a few compliments or criticizm.
2nd Disclaimer: If you recognise some of the names from such books as Tailchaser's Song and from the 6 part animated series Bastard, that is because I couldn't come up with any good names myself so I ripped these. Thus, most of the names herein are not mine, they are ) to someone else.
Characters: The monster design is ) Monster Rancher. However, character design is ) Justice, 2000.
Amakai was drenched in sweat. The thick, salty fluid dripped from his blue fur in wet rivulets, cascading down his legs and into the soft sand he was standing in. Wintertime was suffering even more than he; the thick mane around the maimed Tiger's neck, her greatest protection form the harsh snows of the north, was the chief source of her irritation. And Amakai was her chief recipient of her anger.
"Again!" Wintertime viciously snapped her jaws, making the exausted Celious flinch. Staring at the three heavy blocks lined up in front of him, he considered his possibilities. Finally, he obediently lashed out, causing all three to tumble onto the ground. Wintertime acknowledged his accomplishment by snorting and walking away. No matter Amakai was glad. Her leaving meant he was finished training for today.
Wintertime returned to the small shelter that had once been the main house of Martingale Ranch. After the incident with Demon the unruly Terror Dog well, they were lucky the roof had stayed up.
Amakai returned to the barn a short time later. The young Celious hoped Wintertime would let him rest for awhile she planned on entering him in a tournament in a few weeks, and he didn't feel he could win unless he was fresh and well rested.
[The Next Day]
"Amakai! Come, get food, ready to train more soon if eat now." Wintertime paced back and forth in front of the barn, growling and informing him that if he didn't emerge soon, they'd never be ready for the Spring Tournament.
Amakai remained inside, whimpering. He wanted to rest, to have the day off. Wintertime was a true slavemaster to him. He may have loved playing, but he didn't like training at all. Like most of the misfit monsters Wintertime trained, he had severe flaws. He didn't like fighting and hated training. His former trainer had believed that a monster's happiness was all-important to making a champion, and Amakai had spent his days eating, sleeping, and playing. It came as a shock to him when he was pitted against a Salamander in a match fight. It was totally against his nature to battle. Wintertime had chosen him from all the other monsters at the local market for one reason: he was sold cheap due to his lack of training.
"Come NOW out out OUT!" Wintertime barked furiously at the door. Amakai's fear of her wrath was the only thing that spurred him to stand and obey her. He sheepishly crept out of the barn and was sternly reprimanded for not obeying sooner.
"Come, we train now. Swim." Wintertime set off at a brisk walk to the circular pool. Amakai took his time.
[A Week Later]
"Come, Amakai, come now for we got to fight-place." Wintertime sighed happily. She lived for the fights, lived for the battles. Even though she herself could no longer participate, she still enjoyed watching her monsters fight for her.
"Up, up! This no day to be late! Must go to battle!" Nothing. No sound.
Wintertime cocked her wolfish head to one side, listening.
"Come, we go now." Experimentally, she jabbed the door with her paw. It swung wide open.
Wintertime hesitated. Amakai hated having people come into his sleeping quarters uninvited. Still, he was disobeying again, and maybe if she just walked in it would teach him something. Boldly she stepped foreward, and found herself staning in an empty barn. Amakai was gone.
"GggrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAMMMAKKAAAAIIIIII!!!!"
[That Evening, in a Local Tavern]
Several of Mukri's trainers spent their evenings relaxing at the Copper Hearth Inn and Tavern, and young Laonas was no exeption. As long as ale and wine were being served, he would remain seated on the bar, laughing and joking around with the other trainers. There were rarely any unfarmiliar faces at the Copper Hearth, so when the scarred and battered man with long black hair showed up that night, it was cause for curiosity.
"Ten gold says he's some wastrel from the badlands," Laonas whispered to some young trainer he had forgotten the name of. The only response was a non-comittal grunt. Shrugging, Laonas turned to the woman on his left. "See the scar on his face? Looks like a knife scar probably got it robbing travelers." The brown haired woman rolled her eyes and walked away. Chuckling, Laonas leaned over the bar, talking at the fat bartender. "He looks so awful see the scars at his throat? I'll bet he was raised by wild monsters." The bartender gave him a hard look and went back to polishing glasses and mugs.
Laonas shrugged again and sipped his ale, watching the stranger closely. Who was this man? What was he here for? Laonas would have been more respectful if he had recognised Mau'Cka'Kai* Dead Eyes, and Mau'Cha'Kai wouldn't have had an excuse to thrash the young trainer the instant he stepped out of the tavern. *-Author's Note: Mau'Cha'Kai is pronounced mah-O-shou-key, stress on the O. Next chapter SPOILER: Yep, you guessed, it had to happen Mau'Cha'Kai and Wintertime meet, and the fur will fly!
-- Justice (DemonCougar@hotmail.com), May 13, 2000
Cool, nice story.
-- RaPtOr2157 (raptor2157@aol.com), May 13, 2000.
This is the best fanfic to come along since the destruction of the old board. Great work Justice!
-- Black Razor (Allanmontalvo@mindspring.com), May 14, 2000.
Thank you. I hope to be an author by hobby and an illustrator someday... this is good practice.
-- Justice (DemonCougar@hotmail.com), May 14, 2000.
Nice story Justice, in fact I'm going to read the next one right now.
-- Aaron Guest a.k.a. Magma Bird (frogmike@excite.com), May 14, 2000.